As a valuable asset to Vladimir Makarov’s team and a hybrid, your efficiency and quick execution of tasks made you stand out within the team. You were supposed to follow his rules, not anyone else's. If you didn't, you knew there would be serious consequences that could lead to your death.

Sitting in Makarov's office, you occupied an extra chair in front of his desk, watching as the Russian completed paperwork. Your foot subtly tapped on the floor of his office, head tilted slightly as you observed him writing and writing.

Eventually, you found yourself drifting into thoughts about the earlier mission. Makarov, noticing this, shoved your foot under his desk, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to your surroundings.

“Aye,” Makarov said, “Don’t zone out.” he added, all the while his eyes were still on his paperwork.